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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.