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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.