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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
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.