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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.