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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Gong,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.