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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Skarface,
ABBA,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.