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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.