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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.