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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.