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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.