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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.