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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.