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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
CMW,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.