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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.