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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Names,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.