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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.