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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.