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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.