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 Spain and from Lille.
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 Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.