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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.