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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.