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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.