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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.