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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.