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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.