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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.