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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
X-102,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.