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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.