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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Crime,
a-ha,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Names,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.