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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.