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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
New Order,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.