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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.