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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.