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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.