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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.