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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Fear,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.