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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.