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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.