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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.