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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Paris and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.