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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.