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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.