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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Television,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.