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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.