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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.