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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
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.