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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.