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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
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.