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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.