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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.