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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
AZ,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.