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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.