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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.