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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.