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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Wire,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.