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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
June Days,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.