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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.