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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
JFA,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.