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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
PIL,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.