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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.