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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.