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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.