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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.