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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.