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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.