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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.