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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Television,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.