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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.