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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.