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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.