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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.