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 India 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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Sound,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.