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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.