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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fela Kuti 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.