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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.