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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.