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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.