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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Gories,
Skaos,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Magma,
John Cale,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.