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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Q65,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.