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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.