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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 New York Dolls 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.