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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.