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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.