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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.