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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.