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 China and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.