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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.