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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Symarip,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.