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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.