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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.