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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.