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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.