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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.