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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.