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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.