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 Honduras 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.