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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.