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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.