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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.