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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.