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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.