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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.