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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.