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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.