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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.