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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.