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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.