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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.