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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.