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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Smog,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.