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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.