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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.