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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.