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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.