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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
ABC,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.