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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.