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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.