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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.