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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
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.