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 Austria and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.