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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.