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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Technova,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
CMW,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.