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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Can,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.