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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.