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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
CMW,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Can,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.