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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.