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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.