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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
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.