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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.