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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.