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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.