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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.