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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Pole to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.