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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.