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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.