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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Can,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
New Order,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.