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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Roxette to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.