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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.