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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.