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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 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 Portland 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.