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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.