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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.