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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
AZ,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.