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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.