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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
UT,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.