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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.