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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.