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 France and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.