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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.