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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
The Associates,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.