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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.