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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.