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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.