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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.