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 Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Smog,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.