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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.