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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Interpol,
Franke,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.