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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.