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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.