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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Q65,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.