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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 guitar and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Oneida,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.