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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.