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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.