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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.