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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
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.