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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Pole,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.