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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.