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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.