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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.