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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.