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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.