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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Franke,
Wire,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.