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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.