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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.