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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.