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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.