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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.