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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.