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 Niger 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.