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 Philippines and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.