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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.