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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.