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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 X-101 to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.