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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.