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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.