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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maleditus Sound 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.