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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.