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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
PIL,
Quantec,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.