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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.