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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Pantytec,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.