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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Prince Buster 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Gong,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.