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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.