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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
AZ,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.