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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.