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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.