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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.