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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.