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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.