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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.