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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.