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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 June Days to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.