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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.