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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.