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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Index,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.