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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.