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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
10cc,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.