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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Index,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.