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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Television,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
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.