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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.