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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Smog,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.