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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.