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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.