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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.