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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.