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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Crime,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.