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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.