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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Can,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.