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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.