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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.