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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.