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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Technova,
Can,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Visage,
the Association,
Monks,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.