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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.