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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.