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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.