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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.