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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.