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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.