Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.