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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.