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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Wings,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Can,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.