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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.