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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.