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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.