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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.