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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Move,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
X-102,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.