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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.