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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.