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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.