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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.