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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.