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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Main Source,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.