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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.