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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.