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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.