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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.