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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Index,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.