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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.