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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.