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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Franke,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.