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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Monks,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.