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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.