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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.