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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.