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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Smog to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Names,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.