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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.