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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
the Association,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.