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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.