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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.