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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.