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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.