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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.