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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
DNA,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.