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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.