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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Magma,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.