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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.