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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.