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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Magma,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.