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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Index,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.