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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.