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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.