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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.