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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.