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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.