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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Litter,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.