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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.