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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.