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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.