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 Peru and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.