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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Television,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.