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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.