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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Motorama to the rap 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.