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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.