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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.