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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Crime,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.