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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Index,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.