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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.