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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.