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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
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.