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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.