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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Index,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.