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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.