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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.