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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.