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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.