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 Mali and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.