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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.