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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Brick,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.