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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.