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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.