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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
DNA,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.