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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.