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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.