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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.