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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Count Five 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Slave,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
UT,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.