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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Index,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.