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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Crime,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
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.