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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.