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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.