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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 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 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Index,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.