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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Symarip,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.