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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Ossler,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Swans,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.