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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.