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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.