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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.