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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.