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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.