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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
New Order,
The Slits,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.