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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.