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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Germs to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.