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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.