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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.