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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Yaz,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.