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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.