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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.