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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.