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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Brick,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.