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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Television,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.