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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.