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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.