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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.