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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
UT,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Can,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.