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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.