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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Wings,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.