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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Unwound,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.