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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.