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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
The Doors,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.