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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Wire,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.