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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.