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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Inner City,
a-ha,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.