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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Scion,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.