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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.