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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.