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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.