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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.