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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
MC5,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.