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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.