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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Wake to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.