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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.