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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.