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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.