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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.