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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Japan 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.