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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.