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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.