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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.