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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.