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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
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.