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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.