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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.