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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.