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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.