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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.