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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
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.