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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.