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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.