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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.