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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Wings,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.