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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.