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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.