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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.