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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.