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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.