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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Can,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.