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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
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.