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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.