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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.