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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Rakim,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.