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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.