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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.