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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.