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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.