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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.