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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.