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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Faust,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
New Order,
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.