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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Martian to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.