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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.