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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Oneida 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.