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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.