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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
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.