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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.