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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.