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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.