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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Gong,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.