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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
a-ha,
MDC,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.