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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.