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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.