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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.