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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Magma,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.