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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Ten City,
JFA,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Aswad,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.