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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Monks,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.