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 Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.