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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.