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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.