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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Model 500,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.