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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.