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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.