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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.