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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.