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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Brick,
UT,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.