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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.