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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Names,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.