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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.