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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Second Layer 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.