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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.