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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.