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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.