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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.