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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.