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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, 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.