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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.