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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.