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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.