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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.