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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.