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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.