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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.