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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.