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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.