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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.