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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Ossler,
CMW,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.