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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.