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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Television,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.