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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.