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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.