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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Wake,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.