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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.