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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.