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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.