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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.