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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.