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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.