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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.