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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.