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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.