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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.