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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Swans,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.