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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
UT,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.