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 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.