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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.