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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.