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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Index,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.