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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Slits,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.