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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Parry Music,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.