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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.