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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.