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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.