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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
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.