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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.