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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.