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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.