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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.