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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.