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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.