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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
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.