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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.