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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.