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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.