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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.