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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.