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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.