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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.