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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.