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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.