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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.