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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.