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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Crime,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
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.