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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.