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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.