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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.