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 Australia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.