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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.