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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.