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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.