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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.