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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.