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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Can,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
JFA,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.