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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
X-101,
cv313,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.