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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.