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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Crime,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.