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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
UT,
ABC,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.