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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Wings,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.