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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.