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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.