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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.