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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.