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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.