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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.