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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.