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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.