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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.