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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.