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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.