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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.