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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.