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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.