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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.