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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.