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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.