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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.