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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.