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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.