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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.